Bitter Lullaby

Jabberwocky

Your mother is a skanky whore

And that is why we talk no more

 

Not for want of things unsaid

But because inside she’s dead

 

And when your older you’ll see true

And pity me the things I knew

 

But close your eyes now, go to sleep

And pray to God our souls to keep

 

Except your mothers; rank and fell

That is going straight to hell

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 30th, 2020 04:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: I didn’t say these things, I only thought them.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    I'm sorry,,,,, this was so funny. I've been absent for quite a while and this is my first poem read of the day. You haven't changed a bit.

    • Jabberwocky

      Ha ha! Depressing isn’t it! 🙂

      • Lorna

        I shouldn't have said funny......... I meant that in an ironic way funny but it didn't come out right. Yes it'it is depressing that she hurt you so.

        • Jabberwocky

          I understood that. I’m fine. We’re good. I’m good. 🙂

        • Trenz Pruca

          very funny.



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